Tuesday, 16 October 2012

THE GOD MOANS



The dogs seek preys!

These dogs want to hunt
But there’s no prey

The hunter, dog trainer
Now must suffer the venom
Of these dogs.
So now he moans, he moans
The dogs swoop on his treasured
Body parts. Now scattered in trillion bags.

The hunter seeks soul help
But oh! Who, who will deliver
The god from the might of it’s
Handiwork? Who? Who?

21:40, 7/10/2012, Legon.

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